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 In my High School, we separate the rich from the 
 Those who  rags from those who only wear the best.
  in my High School, they hold assemblies for the football team,
 But never  the kids with different dreams.
 An' we've  jocks and we've got smokers, rednecks an' jokers:
 There's  category for us all.
 An' we  with our homework, our teachers an' their rules.
 Yeah, they just think  adolescent fools.
 
 In my High School, there's some who think they're tough as  can be.
 But when I look in their eyes, all I see is 
 An' in my High  there's some who'll wait, then there's some who won't.
 Some that cross those lines  some that don't.
 We've got outcasts an' we've got rebels;  saints, sometimes devils:
 You see them walkin' up  down the hall.
  they struggle with their boyfriends, their girlfriends an' their maths,
 An' they long for the bell that gets them  of class.
 In my  School.
 
 We laugh, we 
 We fall,  fly.
  we wonder why we're even here.
 We  we fail;
 An' only time will 
 If we'll ever make  through these teenage years.
 
 In my High School,  some who study for their entrance exams.
 Some who just wanna play guitar in some rock  roll band.
 An' in my High School, the seniors  cannot wait for June.
 But they  realise that we grow up way too soon.
 They'll be doctors, they'll be lawyers; teachers an' 
 An' they'll live  their dreams, big and small.
 And they'll  with their jobs; with their husbands an' their wives,
 An' they'll  about "the best days of their lives",
  my High School.
  my High School.
  my High School.
 In  High School.